Uncommon Miracle – Prayer Blitz

During my morning devotions one day last May, I felt a sudden pressure from God to pray for my 17-year-old grandson. I received no specifics as to how I was to pray. Only to pray.

So I stopped and petitioned God many times during the day and when I woke during the night. Not having been given any direction from the Lord, I prayed for my grandson’s safety, courage, boldness, faith, encouragement, and comfort; for guidance, and counseling for his future; and that he do what is right. I bombarded God with whatever funneled into my mind.

I counted on what Paul said in Roman’s 8:26. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes according to God’s will. (NIV)

This prayer blitz went on for days. I kept 1 Samuel 12:23a in the forefront of my mind: As for me, far be it from me that I should sin against the Lord by failing to pray for you. (NIV)

Almost two weeks after I answered God’s call to pray day and night, I received an email from my son titled: A Night in the ER. My son assured me my grandson suffered only minor injuries in a car-rolling accident. A photo followed. My grandson lay on an ER bed in a hospital gown and a neck brace. Wires spanned between him and monitors. My grandson’s smile was the only thing that calmed my spirit.

Then a photo arrived of the mangled car. A wooden fence stake was driven into the windshield on the passenger side where my grandson had sat. I learned the driver pushed the car’s speed and lost control. The car slid, crashed into a fence, and then rolled over and over.

The fence stake pierced my grandson’s leg a half inch from the artery in his groin. Many glass shards shot into his arm. The boy in the back wore no seatbelt, but had seconds during the slide to hook his feet under the seat in front of him. He received an eye socket injury when his head struck the car roof. The driver incurred less serious injuries.

How had my grandson and his two friends survived that mashed car? How had my grandson, covered with blood, exited the car on his own strength? This horrible accident had to be why God called me to pray for my grandson. Had my obedience to God’s directive made the difference between his life and death and that of his friends? What if I had disobeyed?

My grandson’s arm still has glass shards imbedded below his skin. I pray they remind him his survival was a miracle and only God can do miracles. As Romans 27 said above: the Spirit intercedes according to God’s will, and so I pray my grandson realizes God saved his life for a purpose.

Zoe M. McCarthyis a retired actuary turned full-time writer. Represented by Hartline Literary Agency, she spins contemporary Christian romances and short stories with helpings of humor. She has recently signed a contract on a romance novel.

Through her blog, Creative in Everything, she enjoys helping others find imaginative ways to engage people in their daily responsibilities.

Zoe and her husband live in mountainous Southwestern Virginia. They’ve raised two sons and enjoy playing with their five grandchildren. Creatively, of course.

When I read Zoe’s article I was reminded of a very similar accident my son was in a little over a year ago. He and his friend were in a SUV. They rolled it and a fence post, one of those large round ones went right into the passenger side windshield. It should have crushed my kid’s face. The roof was dented too. The only injuries he sustained were two superficial cuts and tiny bumps on his head from the roof and tiny glass cuts from the passenger window breaking. Much to this mother’s displeasure, I found out my kid was not wearing his seat belt. However, he fully and totally knows God protected from what should have been a horrible tragedy, which brings me back to you comment, God does know the whole story in all things. I just love the simplicity of that statement. If only we, especially mother’s like me who tend to be worry warts, could relax and just accept that God is in control even in the midst of storms.

Tammy, my son’s accident was a little over a year ago and yes, I believe it was one of the scariest days of my life. Unfortunately, for my son it is taking a bit longer for my son to mature, but he is getting there. I know God has his hand on him, he’s covered in way too much prayer.

I follow a group on facebook called MOB Society. Mother’s of Boys. They provide an awesome resource calendar for prayers over our boys each month. http://themobsociety.com/

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